“You have a kid?” Indy’s voice bursts with excitement. “A son,” Kai beams. “Max. He’s eight months old.” Pulling out his phone like the proud dad he is, he scrolls through the endless pictures. I don’t blame him. Max is one of the cutest kids I know. “You don’t have a kid. You have a baby.” Indy’s tone switches to soft and sweet, her smile beaming as she looks through Kai’s phone. “Yeah,” he sighs. “And he’s looking for a mom.”
Okay what a fine speciman
